The assassins under the water were as numerous as hairs on a bull, with no clue from which direction they might strike, so getting to the shore was the better option.
Yan Wanqing used her Inner Strength to propel herself above the entire Lotus Pond, and with a sweep through the air, she knocked the majority of the black-clad men from the boat's bow into the water below. Everyone seized this moment to urgently propel the small boat towards the shore.
She had no idea why suddenly there were so many assassins.
Could they be sent from the Capital City to hunt them down?
But they didn't seem like it; their assassination techniques and their attire differed too greatly from those of the Capital City's assassins.
"Ah—!" Suddenly, a sharp scream came from the shore; Shen Shuyun had been grabbed by the throat by an assassin who had climbed ashore.
The wooden stick she had been brandishing in her hands rolled on the ground a couple of times before falling into the water.
